I will write all about Ivy and Noah’s birthday one day soon.
It was a day that I won’t really forget in a while
or want to forget
and I think it’s a day the twins will hold onto for a long time.
I might write about how sick Ivy was and how this infection knocked her around more than usual.
I will possibly recount how Ivy ended up in surgery on Sunday
and how they found that the lump they said was nothing last month, was of course,
way more than nothing
and how thankful I am for the medical team that we have finally settled on
and how the nephrologist appointment was useless and a waste of everyone’s time over the next few posts,
just to get it all out of my system
but not tonight.
Tonight we are home.
With the help of the amazing new doctor (who isn’t really all that new anymore)
after years of my asking
was able to get through all of the policy and procedure red tape hoopla
so that I could take the girl home with a cannula in her wrist
to give her IV antibiotics here
instead of staying in the hospital for another two weeks.
It means more than I can say, right now.
I’m tired and spent from all of the emotional energy
this admission has stolen from me -
from my family
and I’m not sure that it really means much to anyone else but me
but we’re home -
with home visits planned
and a bit of back and forthing to the hospital for the next fortnight
but I can be with all of my kids,
take the pressure off Dave and my Mum
and Ivy can be comfortable and happy here.
It’ll be worth the trade off.
I feel pretty lucky tonight.